Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
Well, hey there! Welcome to Roundup, Montana! If it's a nice day, we'll sit a spell on my porch and talk awhile. A poem captured my attention the other day. Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget Falls drop by drop upon the heart, Until, in our own despair, Against our will, Comes wisdom Through the awful grace of God. Aeschylus What's on your mind today? |
Friday on my way back home from the bank - a journey of one block - 5 minutes on foot - I tripped over something on the sidewalk. Oopsie daisy. Down I went - hard. I hear a sound like glass breaking - thought it was my glasses. So I was worried about my knee, since it was just repaired. No problem. Then my elbow - I broke that several years ago - no problem. I could stand, so no broken legs or hip. Thank you God. Then I checked my glasses that were in my jacket pocket - still intact. But...my hand. OMG - it hurt like the devil. So I walk home - hubby and I confer. We go to the ER. I have a closed fracture of the 4th and 5th metacarpal of my left hand. So - my ring finger and my pinkie. Closed means it didn't break the skin. Real definition: Fourth metacarpal: The bone that connects your wrist to your ring finger. Fifth metacarpal: The bone that connects your wrist to your pinkie finger. I have a splint on this hand, not a permanent cast. I am to see an orthopedic doctor as soon as possible. Well, try to get someone in the office to pick up a phone call... This morning when I woke, I see the bruise extending beyond the splint, heading toward my elbow. And then bruising coming down the fingers that are exposed beyond all the wrapping they did. I call the ER - come in if you think you must. Bruising is to be expected. SO my theory is this - I fell with my full weight on my left hand. The sound I heard was those little bones breaking. My friends, this year has been of the most challenging, annoying, distressing years in my life. I've had a few others, but I won't bore you with those details. Be careful out there. Danger everywhere. If I find the gremlin that tripped me, well... |